Nells POV

My eyelids flutter open as I adjust to my new surroundings. My head is pounding and I feel stiff all over. My first instinct is to reach down for my baby, looking for any sign that my baby is fine – a movement. I sigh in relief. My next is to figure out where I am and what happened. I'm on a bed in a small square room. There's a dressing table and on en-suite bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. Dry blood from a cut on my head is the first thing that catches my eye. I turn the water tap on and begin to wash my face. I wince at the sting of the water as it makes contact with my cut but the fresh water feels so good, so refreshing. I begin to look around the room properly, looking for an escape. There's a small window with light seeping through right in the top corner, but even if I could manage to get up to it to reach it, there's no way I'd be able to climb through it, not with this bump. I begin to slowly draw circles on my bump.

"Daddy will rescue us" I say out loud. I don't know if I'm attempting to calm myself, the baby or both. I walk back over to the bed as all I can do is wait - wait for Callen, wait for whoever did this to me to show their face, wait to try and escape at the right moment.

I start to reminisce about happier times with Callen. The sweeter side of Callen that rarely comes out to play. The way he would every morning and night, kiss me then gently kiss the bump. The way he would talk and sing to the baby when he thought I was asleep. He would pour his heart out to the baby and I always felt like I was intruding on their time so I would always pretend to be asleep. The way he knows exactly what to say at the right time. God how I miss him right now.

Callens POV

I keep replaying the image on the big screen over and over hoping to find something to help us. It's been nearly 24 hours since Nell was taken. I have no idea how she is, how the baby is – god if I lose them I don't know what I'm going to do. I keep watching the moment when the van hits the passenger side of her car. Her car rolling over 3 times before coming to a stop. The masked attacker's running out of another black van before pulling her from her car. She appears to be unconscious (that's what I'm praying for anyway and not dead). The cameras follow their every move until a tunnel when we lose them. They swapped cars at this point and disappeared.

All four of us along with LAPD went to the scene to look for any clues that would help us. Hetty and Sam advised me I shouldn't go but how can I not. The woman I love, the mother of my child has been taken, no doubt to get back at me. I have to be there to help find her. It's my fault she's been taken. I can't lose them.

Nells POV

I hear footsteps coming to a standstill outside the door. A click makes me look up and all I can see is an eye. I hear a voice so muffled that I can barely make it out

"Stay back" it says.

I do as I'm told. I'm in no position at the minute to make my big escape. A tray of food is pushed through the small gap of the opening before it quickly shuts and locks again.

I stare at it, only then do I realise how hungry I actually am. I have no idea what day or time it is. I walk careful over to the tray to pick it up. I'm still sore and bruises are beginning to form all over my body. I'm tempted not to eat it but at the same time I also need to make sure I eat to give me and the baby strength.

After what feels like about an hour or so, the clicking of peephole catches my attentions and the same muffed voice commands me to stay back again.

This time the door opens fully where a doctor and a woman walk in pushing what appears to be a sonogram machine. It takes me seconds to recognise who my captor is.

"Sarah" I say shocked.

"Yes Claire, or should I say Nell"

"Why?" I ask.

"Because you have everything I had until you and your agents took it all away from me. You see I was 5 weeks pregnant when you took Patrick away from me that night. I didn't know at the time of course but a week later I found out I was carrying his child and then a week after that, because of the stress of everything I miscarried"

I'm sorry" I began to say but was cut off.

"You don't get to apologise. What you and your agents did ruined my life. And now I'm going to ruin yours and take away the one thing you and your precious Callen love most in the world...your baby"

I let out a loud cry.

"You can't take away my baby, I still have 4 months left"

"That's why you're going to stay here with me until you have the baby silly. Then I will disappear with the baby and you and Callen will never see us again. Dr Morgen here, is going to take care of you until that time".

"Your crazy" I hissed.

"Your plan will never work. Callen will find us"

"I doubt that Nell. I was very careful after all, I did learn from Patrick after all"

The doctor began to turn the machine on and I lay down on the bed. I too needed to see my baby and make sure everything was alright.

Later, I drifted off to sleep with visions of Callen and our daughter running around the park laughing and playing together.